Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guyana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
Darondo,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
Aural Exciters,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Green,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fatback Band,
Animal Collective,
Liliput,
DJ Sneak,
Rapeman,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lindisfarne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crime,
John Coltrane,
The Remains,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
Connie Case,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.